fantasy novels Chapter 591 The Golden Crow Prince, Daoist Lu Ya!
Chapter 591 The Golden Crow Prince, Daoist Lu Ya!
"You must not touch this!"
The voice was calm, yet it sounded like an imperial edict, carrying an unquestionable tone of command, echoing in this chaotic space.
The Eastern Emperor Bell, which he had just acquired, was frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, preventing it from falling into Chen Changsheng's palm.
Chen Changsheng frowned sharply, a surge of anger rising within him.
Someone actually dares to snatch the duck that's already in their mouth?
He raised his head, his icy gaze fixed on the red-robed Taoist who had suddenly appeared.
This Taoist priest looked ordinary, with a simple and unrefined face, and did not exude any earth-shattering aura.
But he just stood there quietly, as if he had merged with this chaotic space, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling.
Especially his bright red Bagua Taoist robe and the purple-gold gourd he was holding made Chen Changsheng's heart skip a beat.
This image, this way of making an entrance...
Damn it, could it be that jinx?
A name instantly popped into Chen Changsheng's mind.
A mysterious quasi-saint who, during the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, was practically immune to cause and effect, killing people and then running away, and no one could do anything about him.
"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked in a deep voice, the God-Slaying Spear in his hand reappearing, its black killing aura faintly visible, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
No matter who the other party is, if they dare to steal his things, they should be prepared to die!
The red-robed Taoist completely ignored the terrifying killing intent emanating from him, and even merely glanced at the God-Slaying Spear in his hand.
His gaze remained fixed on the ancient little bell from beginning to end, his expression extremely complex.
There is nostalgia upon seeing the belongings of loved ones, sadness at the loss of what was once a beautiful thing, but more than anything, there is a sense of resolute acceptance.
"snort."
The red-robed Taoist finally shifted his gaze from the Eastern Emperor Bell to Chen Changsheng, a hint of mockery and arrogance playing on his lips.
"I am Lu Ya, son of Emperor Jun. This Eastern Emperor Bell belongs to my second uncle, Eastern Emperor Taiyi."
"You said I can move, but you can't?"
boom!
Lu Ya!
The son of Emperor Jun!
These few words were like a million thunderclaps, exploding simultaneously in the minds of everyone present!
Guang Chengzi, who was lying on the ground and struggling to get up, stared wide-eyed with his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
Di Jun's son?
The ancient demon emperor, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun who once rivaled their grandmaster's generation, ruled over all the heavens, and established the supreme demon court.
Didn't he perish together with the Ancestral Witches in the Lich War?
How could my son possibly have survived?
The Maitreya Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, suddenly trembled and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stared intently at the Taoist who called himself Lu Ya, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.
real or fake?
If he really is a descendant of Di Jun, the legendary tenth golden crow that fell, then things are in big trouble!
The cause and effect involved are simply boundless!
The most vehement reaction came from the few great demon saints trapped in the Weak Water Cage.
"The bloodline of... the Demon Emperor?"
The Great Sage Ox-Head trembled with excitement, his huge bull eyes instantly turned red, and tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.
"Your Highness! You're alive! You're really alive!"
"Heaven has eyes! My demon race... my demon race still has hope!"
These ancient demons, who survived from antiquity, have the deepest affection for the Demon Court. Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are the supreme gods in their hearts!
Now, upon hearing that the Demon Emperor's only bloodline still exists in the mortal realm, they are so excited they are almost going crazy, even forgetting their own oppressed situation.
They struggled desperately in the water sphere, trying to kneel down and kowtow in the direction of Lu Ya.
Judging from the group's reaction, Chen Changsheng was already fairly certain of the situation.
Damn it, it really is him!
Golden Crow Prince, Daoist Lu Ya!
No wonder he's so arrogant, he's the crown prince of the Demon Emperor.
This is getting a bit troublesome.
Lu Ya merely nodded indifferently at the demons' excitement and kowtow, his face expressionless. His innate arrogance made him seem to disregard everyone.
He looked down at Chen Changsheng as if he were looking at an ant.
"The Heavenly Enforcement Lord of the Heavenly Court? Hmph, that's just a position my father Emperor already had."
"Considering you are not a mortal enemy of my demon race, now, hand over my second uncle's Eastern Emperor Bell, and then get out. I can pretend nothing happened."
His tone was as if he were bestowing a gift upon a beggar.
Chen Changsheng was so angry at his attitude that he laughed.
Good heavens, after roaming the world for so long, this is the first time I've ever met someone who can be even more pretentious than me.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince? You certainly have an arrogant tone."
Chen Changsheng weighed the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, its tip pointing diagonally at Lu Ya, his eyes turning cold.
"I don't care if you're Di Jun's son or grandson, you'd better get one thing straight."
"This is no longer the era of your demon race!"
"This Eastern Emperor Bell, I won it with my own skills, and now it's mine! You want it? Sure, beat me, and it's yours. If you can't, then get out of there and go back to where you came from!"
Chen Changsheng's words were arrogant and domineering, showing no respect whatsoever to the demon prince.
Guang Chengzi and the others were terrified. Had Chen Changsheng gone mad? He had just defeated a group of them, and now he wanted to go head-to-head with the crown prince of the ancient demon emperor? Was this guy made of iron?
"Yeah?"
Upon hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Lu Ya did not get angry but instead laughed, though that laugh was filled with icy killing intent.
"Very good, it's been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to me like that."
"It seems you really want to see the true strength of my demon race."
"Alright!"
Lu Ya suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with contempt and cruelty.
"I'll see just how capable you, this so-called Heavenly Enforcer, really are!"
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand!
The purple-gold gourd he was holding instantly flew into the air.
The gourd opened, and a chilling aura of deadly power emanated from it, sending shivers down everyone's spines.
That aura was even purer and more deadly than the God-Slaying Spear in Chen Changsheng's hand!
"Please turn around, baby!"
Lu Ya bowed to the gourd from afar and shouted loudly.
In an instant!
A white ray of light, indescribable in words, flashed out from the mouth of the gourd!
The moment that white light appeared, time and space in the entire chaotic space seemed to freeze.
Everyone's thoughts came to a standstill.
They could only watch helplessly as the white light appeared directly in front of Chen Changsheng at a speed that surpassed the laws and comprehension, flashing towards his brow and disappearing in an instant!
Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!
Once it happens, blood will be shed!
That white beam of light was incredibly fast and incredibly strange.
It ignored space, ignored time, and even ignored the immense magical power surrounding Chen Changsheng.
It is not a physical attack, but a more advanced, deadly strike that targets the very source and the primordial spirit!
The moment Lu Ya shouted "Baby, please turn around," Chen Changsheng felt himself locked onto by an indescribable, terrifying aura.
It was a tremor from the depths of one's soul, as if one's primordial spirit, true spirit, and Dao fruit—everything—was being gripped by an invisible hand, about to be completely crushed in the next second!
"Holy crap! They're serious!"
Chen Changsheng cursed inwardly.
He knew the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be this powerful.
This thing doesn't reason with you at all; it just flips the table and tries to kill you!
Any quasi-saint, even someone of the level of Guang Chengzi or Maitreya Buddha, would probably not even have a chance to react the moment they were locked onto by this white light, their primordial spirit would be directly annihilated, and they would perish on the spot.
But Chen Changsheng is no ordinary Quasi-Saint!
Just as that white light was about to penetrate one-thousandth of the way into the space between his eyebrows!
hum!
Instantly, profound and mysterious Dao lightning patterns emerged from beneath his skin, condensing on his body into a majestic purple armor!
Great Dao Thunder Armor!
The supreme defensive divine power inherited from Lei Zu was activated instantly!
laugh!
A beam of white light struck the forehead of the Great Dao Thunder Armor.
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a faint, almost inaudible tearing sound.
The indestructible Great Dao Thunder Armor, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a realm beyond its own, was easily pierced by this tiny white ray of light, as thin as paper!
"What?"
Chen Changsheng was shocked. The penetrating power of this Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was too abnormal!
However, that's not all!
The white light, after piercing through the Great Dao Thunder Armor, remained undiminished in its power and continued to drill towards his brow and dantian.
At the same time, Chen Changsheng cultivated to the fifth stage, and his powerful physical body, comparable to a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, also spontaneously operated to its limit!
Nine Revolutions Mystic Art!
His skin, muscles, and bones between his eyebrows instantly became harder than divine metal!
puff!
Another soft sound.
That white beam of light, still unstoppable, once again pierced through the defenses of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique!
A sharp, stabbing pain came from between my eyebrows.
Chen Changsheng's physical body was actually injured!
Although it was just a minor superficial injury, you should know that this was a physical body that even a top-grade innate spiritual treasure would find difficult to penetrate!
"Good heavens!"
Chen Changsheng was genuinely angry.
This thing is determined to kill itself!
After breaking through two top-level defenses, the white light finally plunged unimpeded into his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness!
Its goal has always been the same!
That is Chen Changsheng's Primordial Spirit Dao Fruit!
"it's over."
Lu Ya, standing in the distance, wore a cruel yet self-righteous smile.
His Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife has never missed its mark since its creation.
No matter what kind of celestial being or demon you are, in the face of the five words "Baby, please turn around," there is only one outcome: death!
Guang Chengzi and the others also broke free from the terrifying feeling of being locked on.
They saw Chen Changsheng standing frozen in place, a tiny bloodstain appearing between his eyebrows, his entire being devoid of spirit, as if he had become a soulless shell.
"Dead?"
Guang Chengzi was overjoyed. This bastard who had been weighing on him and bringing him endless humiliation was finally dead!
But then, a deeper fear welled up inside me.
What exactly was that white light? It was terrifying! Even a monster like Chen Changsheng was instantly killed?
If that attack had been aimed at himself...
He dared not think any further, feeling only a chill run through his body.
However, just when everyone thought that Chen Changsheng had been completely destroyed and the matter was settled.
Within Chen Changsheng's Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness, an unimaginable change was taking place.
That white ray of light, which was the true form of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, a small knife about three and a half inches long with eyebrows and eyes, transformed into a stream of light after entering Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness. It slashed fiercely at the dazzling Dao Fruit in the center of his sea of consciousness, which seemed to be formed from billions of stars!
This strike contains a deadly law that annihilates all life and severs all cause and effect!
However, just as it was about to strike the Dao Fruit!
Boom!
Chen Changsheng's Dao Fruit suddenly erupted with boundless divine light!
Unlike others' Dao Fruits, Chen Changsheng's Dao Fruits were not condensed by severing the three corpses, but were forged by force when he forcibly broke through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. It was formed by fusing his own Dao, essence, energy, spirit, and everything else!
His Dao Fruit is himself! He is the Dao Fruit!
Above the Dao Fruit, countless supreme Dao lightning patterns flowed endlessly, radiating a terrifying aura of judging all heavens and wielding punishment!
This is a Great Dao-level Thunder Technique!
"A mere law of slaughter dares to be so presumptuous before my Dao Fruit?"
A magnificent voice resounded in Chen Changsheng's mind.
Suddenly, the Dao Fruit trembled, and a purple lightning bolt, even more dazzling and domineering than the white light of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, burst forth from the Dao Fruit, transforming into a purple lightning dragon that bared its fangs and claws as it charged toward the small knife!
Heavenly Punishment Thunder!
The supreme divine thunder specifically designed to punish sins and uphold the laws of judgment!
Although the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is an innate weapon of slaughter, it has slain countless powerful beings since ancient times, and it itself is tainted with boundless karmic force of slaughter!
It was the perfect target in the face of the Heavenly Punishment Lightning!
It's sizzling!
The purple thunder dragon bit the white dagger.
"Buzzing!"
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife struggled violently, and a hint of fear appeared in the strange eyes on its blade.
It felt as if it was being targeted by a natural enemy, and the purple lightning was frantically burning and purifying the killing essence within its blade!
"Suppress them!"
Chen Changsheng's will transformed into an invisible giant hand, slamming down hard on the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife!
Meanwhile, outside...
Lu Ya's smile suddenly froze.
He suddenly looked at Chen Changsheng, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
Because he sensed that the connection between himself and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was being forcibly severed by an incomparably domineering force!
How is that possible?
The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is his innate spiritual treasure, connected to his mind and spirit. How could anyone sever the connection with it?